Tin Box

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Crammed in.

Sardines.

Certainty of death.

Safest way to travel.

Wings that don’t flap,

Wings too small.

Grapes in a barrel.

Matchbox windows.

Stale air.

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Added on October 18, 2012
Last Updated on October 18, 2012

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